Page 79 of Been There Dragon That
Wrath.She knew it was him. The dragon holding the plane had been one of the others, but Wrath was the dragon holding her now, tight to his body. Wrath had her. He’d come for her.
They’d risked exposure to save her. What if someone had seen them? Filmed them.
Her heart twisted in her chest, fear crystallizing in her veins even though she was surrounded by warmth. They were moving, flying. She could feel the momentum.
Every second they were dragons was another second they were endangering themselves.
The feeling of rising and then falling and then stillness settled over her. The claw clutching her opened, revealing the fading light of the sunset. With slight maneuvering the beast got the chair settled on the ground, in the snow, upright, with her still buckled up and unable to move.
Holy shit.He was huge.
She’d gotten a glimpse of Naomi during the attack, but that was only in passing, out a two-story window, with so much adrenaline running through her body that she’d seriously considered her mental stability.
But this dragon was right in front of her.
His snout was the size of a truck. And his teeth were really, really close to her body. She could feel his breath. In and out. Warm.
Every survival instinct should be screamingrun, but she didn’t feel fear. Instead, she reached out with her face and put her cheek against the smooth scales between the dragon’s nostrils. And then she whispered. “I love you.”
The dragon made a huffing noise, and a second later, Wrath stood in front of her. All six and a half feet of power and confidence and compassion. His brown eyes blazed with flames. And the air around her was still steamy and warm, which she needed because her poor body felt frozen.
More tears streamed down her cheeks, and a sobbing cry tore from her lungs.
His chest heaved, and he visibly shook.
“Shuarra.”
His.Wrath was calling her that special name that meant she belonged to him. She had feared she’d never see him again. Never hear his voice again.
There was no doubt left. Even with all the dragon stuff and magick stuff and who-knew-what-else. It didn’t matter. Whatever came with having Wrath, she wanted it.
He knelt in front of her and ripped the seat belt loose from the chair with his bare hands. Then snapped the zip tie binding her wrists.
She threw her arms around his neck, and he stood, lifting her completely off the ground. Her legs went around his waist, and she pressed her body to his, removing every inch of space possible from between them.
His hands caressed her body, smoothing over her back and her arms and her butt and her legs, like he was checking to make sure she was all there and unhurt.
“I don’t know the word in your language to call youmine.But you are, Wrath. You are my home.” She swallowed a sob and pushed the words out. “I want to be with you. I love you.”
“You are my heart and soul,” he whispered into her ear, nipping at the earlobe. “I will love you with every beat of my heart from now until the end of my life. Thank you for this priceless gift, my love.” He squeezed her tight, nuzzled her face until she turned it to him and then he kissed her. Hard.
“I can’t lose you, Wrath.” She said the words against his lips.
“You won’t.” His hand moved to the side of her face and his thumb stroked across her cheek. She never wanted him to stop touching her.
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Wrath
This woman was everything.
Everything he’d been waiting for. Everything he’d been searching for. Every promise and bargain and prayer he’d ever offered up to Fate. And she loved him.
She’d at last said it out loud—she loved him—and he could feel everything inside him snapping into place.
Her skin was iridescent and glowing with the soul call, and his dragon wanted to bite her—literally. He needed to bite her.
Make her his.
